Rowan came up for the weekend so that we could go down to London for Coral's 60th. Very kind of her. The party was great. As usual at this kind of event now, I can't hear anyone, and Danielle struggles to see in the dark. But get onto the dance floor and we are fine. The venue was in Islington and we stayed just round the corner, so all was good. Then when we got home, Rowan had made us some focaccia (the best in the world as it happens). Blimey.
This bad photo is by me of Danielle and her book group friends.
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